I have many happy places, as well as many non-happy places. I guess we all have those lists. Sitting in my hot tub, happy place. Going to the mall, not a happy place. Jumping on the trampoline, happy place. Driving in traffic, not a happy place. Going to the beach, happy place. Going to a snowy place, not happy. Some happy places are obvious, while others are not. One of my happy places is being in an abandoned house or building. It sounds crazy, but take a look.
This is an abandoned church up in Maine. It was locked up tight, so no inside time here, but it was a beautiful day and many photo opportunities outside. It’s so peaceful, yet mysterious. I also got to spend some quality time with a great friend here.
Some of the best happy places don’t cost money, there’s no admission and can be a spontaneous thing to do. I have a happy place with my kids. When the weather permits twice a year, in the fall and in the spring, we sleep outside on the trampoline. My happy place in my house is standing in front to my latte machine in the kitchen. No, it’s not in anticipation of the steamed, frothy greatness that I’m about to drink. It’s because there’s a small rug there to warm my feet from the cold floor and the heater vent gently blows a soft breeze of warm air, wrapping me in an invisible blanket. I stand there every morning and count my blessings. Occasionally, one of those little blessings will stand there with me if he’s awake, as it’s his happy place too.
Some of the best things in life are free. Enjoy them. Where is your happy place? I’m going to mine right now, you should too.
Yesterday, I spent the early part of the day running errands before work. Most of them were driving the Infiniti sleigh, full of donations, to all of the required destinations for drop-off. I started at the Habitat for Humanity ReStore, dropping off my old back door, extra slate tiles and a bag of hardware. I went inside to look for a new front door. The style I want, the size and that fact it needs to be used is making it difficult to find one. Yesterday I found 3, and 2 of which I liked, but I decided not to purchase one. I don’t need it and I’ve spent a lot of money on my house lately.
Next stop was the purple thrift store in McKinney, benefiting the Samaritan Inn. I dropped off a few bags of my stuff, a box of stuff from work and two bags from my friends. Of course I had to go inside, but I did it with my new minimalist trajectory. Here’s what I didn’t buy. 2 blue ceramic bowls. I thought about buying them because we don’t use paper plates or plastic utensils, even when entertaining, so I tend to keep more of these in the house. I have all solid colored mis-matched dishes. I chose not to buy them, as I really don’t entertain that much and I didn’t need them. Just saved $2. The other thing I didn’t buy was a metal orange tray for $3. My kids like to occasionally use a tray to eat upstairs, which I allow about 2 times a year. We have a plastic red tray, and I didn’t need the orange tray. No need for 2 of anything like that. I probably don’t even need to keep the red tray. I didn’t need anything in there, so I left without buying anything. Time for my next stop.
I decided to go to Half Price Books since I had a pile of books I didn’t need. I’ve sold books to them in the past and I swore I would never do it again. For the number of books, the value of them as used books and the condition, I always felt financially raped when I left there after selling books. I thought this time I’ll go in, sell my stuff and be prepared for any amount of money I might get. I gave them 8 classic novels, 4 current magazines, 1 current novel, 3 cookbooks and other miscellaneous books. 23 pieces in all.
All of these are used, my best estimate is $40.00 out of pocket. Since it was a weekend, Half Price was busy so I had to wait a little while for them to process my stuff. That was no problem, as I wanted to look around a little bit. I was hoping to find some books on hoarding or materialism, but to no avail. I looked on the ‘housekeeping / organization’ shelf first. Continue reading
The day after the Super Bowl is apparently the most missed day at work for hangovers. The Dallas Morning News ran this article in a Super Bowl special excerpt. There’s a website that will give you good excuses so you can miss work if you’ve partied too hard. Seriously? The newspaper is posting ways to lie to your boss? So let’s say the employees of the DMN read this and call in sick. I think they should all get a paid day off for lying, as suggested by their employer. How about scheduling a vacation day is you plan to get smashed? Or maybe just have one or two beers instead? I just find it somewhat disturbing that the news would tell people to lie. Sad.
I cleaned my house yesterday and I really miss my bottle of Windex. Vinegar and water is good, but it’s just not Windex.
I went to the movies on Christmas day and saw the movie How Do You Know. I don’t do chick-flicks and the way I ended up at this movie was a text message gone wrong. It wasn’t horrible, but it’s really just not my type of movie.
While waiting for the movie to start, after the 15 minutes of commercials, there must have been no less than 10 previews for upcoming movies. I guess they figure if you’re at a chick-flick / relationship type movie, that you want to know all the similar movies coming out soon. Not so much, but hey, I’m not their target audience. And that “don’t make your own soundtrack” commercial? My soundtrack might have been better.
I guess sex sells, as this movie, the previews and even some of the commercials were all about it. I think the question asked in title of the movie is asking, “how do you know if you’re in love?” I have no answer for this, and not sure I ever will, but the way they’re showing relationships is not going to answer any such question. Maybe they were asking something else.
I talk a lot on this blog about the excess in our society, and relationships seem to be no exception. People are entertained by all kinds of sexual situations. I was highly disturbed to see in Toy Story 3 that Ken, who just met Barbie 10 minutes earlier, asks her to move into his dreamhouse. She said, “yes,” after getting the okay from Mrs. Potatohead. Does anyone else see a problem with this? This is not what I’m teaching my kids, but it is what they’re learning in our society. Way to go Pixar. Continue reading